We tell you we have to go to moon, to Mars, to some distant place, to the farthest reaches of the cosmos. We tell you we will be cold there. It is cold in the sky, out amidst the stars. We reach for your hand, you reach for our hand…
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We tell you we have to go to moon, to Mars, to some distant place, to the farthest reaches of the cosmos. We tell you we will be cold there. It is cold in the sky, out amidst the stars. We reach for your hand, you reach for our hand…